Now boarding, cheap seat rows 35-698

I am a business traveler. Now, if I stop there, that first sentence could conjure up nice, worldly-wise images of a smartly-dressed executive stepping aboard a private jet to square a deal on a handshake with some far-away executive that only deals with me. But that's not the case. It's too boring to try to explain what I do, but the whole point of this posting is to talk about the Hotel room. I stay in pretty nice hotels, company-paid, and after I've done my time for the day, grabbed a bite to take back to the room, as I rarely dine out alone, grabbed an hour on the treadmill, and settled in for the night, the quietness of the world outside my room is huge and a little isolating, but not in a bad way. It's nice to be relieved of the list of things I need to do at home, nice to know someone's being paid to make up my bed, so I don't have to feel guilty about leaving it undone. I usually bring my guitar with me on the road, but haven't played it in a while. I just haven't been motivated lately.